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Station

By: Banditinoz



The train platform is like a stockyard, masses of bodies everywhere. The voice from the speakers echo through the station, the words being spoken are almost impossible to understand. However a train arrives and masses of people get off, while another mass of people board the train they were just told about. Unnoticed by anyone, two of the bodies stay where they are, watching the masses move back and forth as they push past them, oblivious of anyone else. One male and one female, both searching the masses for each other.

They've never met in person before, although they've seen pictures of each other. They met and started speaking to each other in a chat room on the net, sent voice mails and even talked on the phone. Now was the next step, to actually meet each other face to face in real time. They'd both met people from the net before, usually for a drink and a laugh and to talk about the chat room. This time however it was different. This time they were meeting someone they'd developed a close relationship with, they were meeting someone they felt they could share more than just words on a screen with, more than just a drink and a joke. They had become chat partners, a couple in cyberspace. They spoke with others in chat, they joked with others, they even teased others. When it came to private chatting though, cybersex, they only chatted with each other.

Cybersex, neither of them could understand how people could get sexual pleasure from simply reading words on a screen at first, it was just too bizarre. However over time, after much talking, then playful experimentation, they discovered that they actually wanted each other online sexually. They found that they could get pleasure from reading the words they wrote for each other on the screen. As time went by, they progressed to erotic voice mails, then to phone sex. They had fun, they had excitement, they had intimacy and a certain amount of relief that they enjoyed. However it soon progressed to a stage where all of this just wasn't enough for them. Something was still missing, the actual real contact.

So now here they were, frantically searching for each other at a prearranged meeting place. Both of them had just a picture of the other, downloaded from the net. Both were wondering if it was really them, both were nervous and somewhat scared. They weren't scared of the actual meeting, they had both met people from the net before. This meeting was different, this time they were meeting someone they had already made a commitment to, albeit online, it was still a commitment.

He sees her first, just a few metres away. Slowly and nervously he approaches her until he is right behind her. A cold shiver goes right through her, followed by a hot sensation that starts at her face, she's had this feeling before when she's spoken to him online. He can tell that she senses his presence behind her, but he is unable to say a word. The noisy bustling station seems to go almost silent to both of them, all either of them can hear is their own breathing. Nervously and almost in a whisper she speaks,

"I know you're there behind me, I can feel you, just as I can feel you when we talk online or on the phone."

He remains silent, his mouth opens, but he is still unable to make a sound. There is a long pause of silence, seconds that feel like minutes, until finally he speaks, "You're even more beautiful in person, your pictures do you no justice." She begins to turn around until he says,

"STOP! Don't turn around just yet. Walk towards the door marked STATION MASTER and go in, it's not locked."

"Go in?" she says, "you're the Station Master?" "No." he says, "but you'll see."

His words echo in her head and she becomes even more nervous, in fact scared.

"Look!" she says , beginning to turn around again.

"Please don't, I can tell you're scared, but don't be, I could never do anything to hurt you."

His voice sounds sincere and soothing, but almost pleading as well. She gives herself a shake and starts walking toward the door. She reaches for the door handle and pauses a moment to catch her breath, then pushes the door open. She walks into a hallway a few steps and stops when she hears the door shut behind her.

"To the end of the hall and left." he says, "then go through the door that says COMPUTING."

She walks the length of the hallway, listening to his steps behind her and noticing just how quietly he walks. She turns left into a little alcove in the hall and steps in to open the door. She walks through the door and finds a room full of computer equipment with pictures taped all over it, pictures of her!! 

"Please turn around now." he says, almost whispering.

But she freezes, mesmerized by all the pictures of herself everywhere she looks. Images of movies with madmen who are obsessed by a woman flash through her mind. She imagines turning around to find him standing there with an erection in one hand and a knife in the other. She looks to the desk in front of her and spots a heavy ashtray that's used for a paperweight. She steps forward and rests her hand on the heavy ashtray as she turns around.

She sees him standing there in a smart business suit, looking even more handsome than in the pictures he'd sent her. He smiles beautifully at her and hands her a single long stemmed yellow rose.

"You said they were your favourite." he says as she take it from him.

"Ohhhhh......... you.........um, thank you so much." she says almost crying.

He takes a step towards her and takes her hands into his. She pulls him close and looks straight into his eyes longingly. Their lips come together, tentatively at first, then more urgently. Her hands reach around his neck as their kisses become more passionate, their tongues probing each others' mouths. He places one hand behind her head, the other under her ass. She does a little jump and wraps her legs around his waist, her skirt riding up her thighs to her hips. Then he places both hands onto her smooth ass cheeks to support her and realizes she's wearing no panties. He steps forward and slides her onto his desk, knocking everything on it to the floor. Their lips separate for a minute and she gasps,

"This is the desk we've used in our cybering?"

"Oh God yes!" he says frantically.

"Then lets stop talking about it." she pants as she reaches for his belt...

Station



 

Hanson walked slowly through the crowded Metro station carefully surveying the people surrounding him. While he walked he was able to take the time to appreciate an attractive woman and did get a thrill at some of the sights the bustling crowd afforded him. It seemed modesty was quickly forgotten in the mad rush at the entrances to the train's cars. He was often able to get a little added excitement as he brushed through these crowds. Often he had the pleasure of watching a train pull away seeing a woman inside trying to figure out which of the men around her had groped her as the climbed aboard.

Crowds like this at the Metro were a two sided coin for Hanson, while all the people made it difficult for him to isolate a quick and easy lover, these same crowds made his getaway very easy. If he couldn't scoot quickly onto a train and disappear down one of the dark tunnels, he would immediately shed his outer jacket, normally a bright color, toss it in the trash and then blend into the rest of the crowd. His lovers normally didn't gaze into his eyes while they were together, mostly they'd recall the bright color he was wearing, something they noticed either before or after he was finished with them.

Looking through the crowd today he spotted a woman nervously checking the route guide on the wall and looking around the station in quick glances. The attractive, but somewhat frazzled looking woman was obviously lost, something Hanson was more than happy to help her with. Before slinking through the people like a hungry cat through the trees, he paused, staring at her, letting the excitement build in him a bit.

Her blonde hair had, at some point, been neatly combed, but now it stuck up in the air in several places while the rest of it dangled down onto her shoulders. She had an odd bend in her nose that was enticing, not the perfect little buttoned nose he'd see on models and in the high priced porn magazines. Hanson pictured her nostrils flaring as she gasped for breath and decided she had a perfect nose. Blue eyes still peeked nervously from between some errant strands of hair that in spite of her pulling them aside, they trickled back over her face.

His goal was to get her toward the back end of the platform where he had earlier broken into a machine room. There was an old mattress tossed on the floor, something soft enough to protect his knees and hard enough to support this woman. He only used a place once in his conquests, but he could tell this place would be one of his better love nests.

Just as he began to move out of the crowd of people and make his way towards her, he noticed her begin walking slowly toward the room he had reserved for himself. He stepped up his pace, elated that he didn't need to lure her down the tiled walkway, all he had to do was follow her. As she walked he noticed that she didn't have a purse, instead she carried a small backpack over one shoulder, much like most of the college kids did this way.

She didn't look quite young enough to be a college student, hmm, perhaps a professor, or an assistant at the university. He didn't have much experience with the college types, he always figured they'd be a bit too proactive and certainly more protective of other students than those he normally stalked. This one was obviously far away from home and very lost. By that time she had nearly reached the end of the walkway and had just figured out it was a dead end.

She spun about and looked up into Hanson's face. Moving to one side she asked, "Do you know where I go to transfer to the blue line?"

Stepping to the side to remain in front of her he replied, "Well yes, you need to go up one level, I tell you what, I have a layout of the station in my office here." He nodded his head toward the door into the machine room.

"No that's okay, I think I can find it," she replied, stepping to the side again.

Once again moving in front of her Hanson quickly pulled out a knife and held it up near her throat, growling, "No I really must insist." He then whispered, "And don't try to scream or I'll cut you, I'll cut you bad."

Grabbing her arm he pulled her to the door and then pushed her inside, taking a moment to look around outside and make sure no one noticed them. He then slipped into the room behind her and grabbed the pack from her and hung it on the doorknob. Holding the knife up by her face, he reached his hand up under her dress and hooked his fingers over the elastic waistband of her pantyhose. Roughly pulling them down to her knees, he then said, "Take them off."

As she pulled off the panty hose Hanson quickly put the knife in his jacket pocket and unfastened his pants. When the woman had her pantyhose off, he quickly tied her hands with it and then pushed her down onto the mattress, noticing several cockroaches scurry out from underneath it. He then kneeled down, spit into his hand several times and slid his palm over his cock wetting the head and shaft.

The woman started to push him away with her tied hands, but he reached into his jacket and pulled out the knife. As he rested the blade on her throat, she relaxed, holding her hands over her face. He moved one hand to her knees but she immediately opened her legs, letting him crawl in between them.

Still holding the knife to her throat he reached down with his left hand and moved it to her pussy. He fumbled there a bit, pushing her lips open and searching for her opening. Once he found it he forced a finger into her as she whimpered a bit. He then leaned forward and guided his cock to the opening and leaned hard on her.

Thrusting his hips to her, his cock slowly entered her just a bit. Pulling back it hurt a bit as their dry skin abraded, but with his second and then third thrust, he picked up some lubrication from her. He began to move faster then, feeling the soft, wet pussy slide over his cock. Remembering her nose, he pulled her hand aside and then covered her mouth with his hand.

He watched her nostrils flare as she tried to breathe and suddenly felt a surge run through him. He quickened his pace, watching her close her eyes and flare the nostrils again as she fought for breath. Feeling the pleasure run down his shaft he Shoved his cock deep into her once, twice and then he came, arching his back and filling her pussy with his sticky, white cum. Giving into the sensation he let his body slump onto hers and as he did, the knife moved away from her throat.

Suddenly he felt her hand jamb against his face as she pushed him aside and slid out from underneath him. Somehow she had worked the pantyhose off her wrists and just as he let his guard down she struck. Leaving the wad of pantyhose on the floor, she jumped up and ran to the door. She opened it and ran outside, oddly leaving her backpack behind.

Hanson quickly got up and peeked out of the door while fastening his pants. He watched the woman run, jump onto the nearest train and slump into a seat as the doors closed. As the train pulled away he looked at her backpack. He always did like keeping a souvenir from each of his lovers and hey this would do.

Before he could look inside he saw the light from another train approaching the station so he pulled off his jacket, wrapped it around the back and stepped out of the boiler room. Trying to remaining calm, he slowly walked to the edge of the walkway and when the train doors opened he elbowed his way into the crowd of people and sat down.

Once on the train, he looked around noticing several attractive women. When the doors closed and the train pulled away, he set his souvenir on his lap. Picking up speed, the train moved into the tunnel as Hanson unhooked the pack's clasp and pulled up the flap. Hanson saw a bright light but never heard the explosion.

  



Station 71



"Here wear this." He tossed me the dark blue t-shirt, the words 'station 71' in big white letters over the heart looked back at me as I folded the shirt back; slipping my arms and head through the appropriate holes and I blushed, looking up at him shyly. 

"Well, how does it look?" I gripped the hem of the shirt and turned around in a cute little twirl laughing softly as I nibbled on my thumb's tip nervously. He grinned like a horny boy taking me in for a second and soon he crossed the distance between us, slipping an arm around my waist pulling me close before his hand settled onto my cheek, cupping it and bringing my lips up for a deep kiss. The height difference between us was something I loved and I pushed up on my toes to kiss him even deeper. His fingers slid against my thighs, tugging at the purple lace panties I wore that were hidden just under the shirt. I could tell he was feeling the way the fabric stretched over my bubbly ass. He gripped it, an entire handful as he pulled me to him even tighter and our lips began lacing together faster and more urgent as I moaned against him. 

That was all it took for him to reach below my ass, lifting me up and as my legs wrapped around his waist he carried me to the bed throwing me onto it. I laughed watching him, my legs closed at the knees as I squirmed a little bit, "wh...What are you going to do to me?!" I put on my best little girl voice as I lifted a finger tip to my lips chewing it lightly as I watched him pull of his own shirt revealing the bare tanned body that hid beneath the fabric, the v's of his hips were prominent as he slowly undid the zipper of his jeans. The sound of the zipper's teeth coming undone was torture to me, as I dripped even more for him watching and waiting eagerly until I couldn't take it anymore. 

Sitting up I reached forward pushing his hands away to do it for him, "I'm sorry Sir but I can't wait anymore for this!" He didn't even fight me as I pushed his jeans and boxers down his hard cock springing to life, slapping me in the face as I reached up to grab it, gripped it with my hand.

Seven inches of hard cock was in my grasp and I loved it as my hand slid up and down feeling the way his cock was iron hard with such need for me and to get off, yet his skin was so silky smooth. I loved this, having a man in my hands; there was no room to question if he desired me truly or not because it was so fucking obvious! My tongue slipped from my lips taking its time as it slowly licked the head, dragging against the purple throbbing tip and I sighed with content as his precum coated my tongue. He was so eager, so ready and so was my mouth as I pushed him between the full lips of my face suckling gently. His hands eagerly pushed into my hair, the dark black curls spilling through his fists as he stroked my scalp hissing those two words I loved the most, "good giiiirl." 

Not even 4 minutes in and he was already complimenting me and the words sent a shiver down my spine. I pushed him into my mouth more and more slowly being consumed by the clean yet manly taste of his skin and before I knew it he was pushing against the back of my throat. I squirmed as I held myself down, tricking my brain into thinking I was ok as I squeezed my left thumb in my hand relaxing my gag reflex. His hips were trembling and as I looked up at him, my dark glasses framing my brown eyes and long eyelashes he groaned once more pulling my head down even further. His hands suddenly gripped hard in my hair as he moved my head back and forth faster, "what a good little slut you are, sucking my cock like a hungry little whore..." His words were mumbled almost, as his voice was thick with lust and all I could do was grown as my cheeks sucked in, tightening around his thickened length. I pushed and pulled my body with his grip, hands holding onto those perfect V shapes and I tried desperately to move so the heel of my foot could dig into my cunt but he stopped me from shifting knowing I was trying desperately to find a way to relieve the itching between my legs.

"Not yet whore. I will satisfy you when I'm good and ready for you to have pleasure." A hand left my hair suddenly and came down to my face, smacking me with the finger tips leaving a stinging presence and a pink mark, and soon the hand was back where it belonged tight in my curls. It was humiliating getting caught but the sting was oh so good as I reveled in the pain. I mumbled around his cock a "yes sir" kind of sound as I continued to work harder for him. My mouth at this point was filled with so much drool that every time I pulled back and pushed down, it would slowly seep from the seal of my lips and drip down his sac or onto the bed creating a wet spot. His head tossed back as I could feel him tense in my mouth, but I wasn't done, no not yet. With one hand I left go of his hip and I cupped his balls gently squeezing, massaging and rolling them in my palm letting my own saliva coat my hand.

They were heavy with his seed and every now and then they tightened with the pleasure I was giving him and the eagerness to cum. I could tell he was trying to hold back on me, and that infuriated me and so I did the only thing I knew how - I pushed him through the barrier of my throat and deep down into the slick tightness. I stopped moving as I held him inside of my throat, my nose pushed against the bare skin of his pubic bone. The tight column of my throat spasmed around him, struggling to open enough as my body instantly wanted to take a deep breath. My lungs burned and my mind screamed at me to pull up but I couldn't - not yet - not until I got what I came for. Within a few moments his body began to change, I could feel him tense and it started at his feet, crawling up his legs till it got to his hips and he began to squirm helplessly, hips pumping in and out of my greedy little mouth until finally his sac tightened in my hand, pulling up completely to his body and there it was the first stream. 

His cum was thick and sweet with a salty aftertaste and it coated my throat shooting straight to my belly as I slowly pulled up, letting it hit and coat every inch of my throat and mouth that it could. God it tasted so good to have him cum in my mouth and my tongue bathed his cock head, rubbing just underneath the ridge to coax out more of his cum. Moment passed as his hands held my head steady, his cum had finished shooting at this point and I swallowed it giggling as I slowly pulled from his cock, my tongue snaking around pulling any remnants off. 

Sitting back on my feet I looked up at him, a hand on his hip still lingered and I wiped my mouth with the other and I watched his face. Those eyes were swimming in lust, relaxation and just pure bliss and I know I had done my job well. "Come lay down now ok?" I tugged at his hand helping him into the bed as he almost fell into me. Scooting him up the bed and against the pillows, I curled up to him, pulling the blanket over us and I settled against him listening to the raging song his heartbeat played. This was perfect, he was perfect, and the moment we shared was even better.



Station Slut



Trisha Leone lay on her luxurious bed feeling the .8 earth gravity of the station cradle her gently into the cushion's plush softness. She was the only one of the station's crew who had such luxury, just as she was the only female crewmember. A licensed psychologist and a natural slut, she was many things to the crew of the ESS Columbus. She was the one they turned to when they had problems too personal to discuss with the other crewmembers. She was also each of the eleven men's lover. In return, she enjoyed a private luxurious three-room suite, a very soft, very large bed and many other privileges.

Decades before, the Earth government had discovered that men and women who went long periods without sex were far more apt to get space madness. At first they had experimented with married couples manning the deep space stations but that had brought complications of it's own. Babies on space stations were inconvenient at best and could be a real hazard as they turned into toddlers and began exploring. It had only taken two incidents of explosive decompression destroying multi-billion dollar stations before that idea was scraped.

The slut project was started five years ago, first with any woman who would volunteer but then more selective as volunteers began to outnumber the need. Now it had evolved to where only licensed psychologists and certified sluts were allowed. Each station was assigned a "counselor", the name of the position chosen to placate those on earth whose sensitivities were offended by its true nature. The counselor's main role was to "take care" of the crew's sexual needs. On stations with people of differing sexual orientations serving, two counselors were assigned. Sex was discouraged between other crewmembers because of the complex emotional hazards that could be created. The counselors were trained to deal with the emotional problems and to keep the sex separate from emotion.

That was Trisha's problem right now. Mike Zann, the station's commander was having problems with jealousy. Not a good situation and one that she would have to work out quickly. It was worse that Mike was the commander. Though technically not over Trisha, since she was outside the chain of command, he ran the station and could make her life and job difficult. Worse yet he could, and was, making life for the other ten men miserable.

Just then her door chime sounded, breaking her deep thoughts. She looked over at the clock and hissed to herself "Damn, it's Bill. I forgot all about his appointment." She leapt from her bed and hurriedly checked her reflection in the mirror in her small privy before pressing the small button to open the door.

Bill smiled broadly at Trisha when the door slid open. His eyes slid from her very pretty face, framed perfectly with coal black hair, down over her full breasts, past her firm belly, across her nicely curved hips and down over her shapely legs. "Trisha, you are as pretty as ever." 

Trisha blushed faintly, genuinely pleased at the compliment, and smiled. "Thank you. Come on in. Can I get you anything to drink?" This was another benefit of being the station slut. Crewmembers were only allowed to drink at official functions and "counseling meetings" so she was able to drink nearly every night whereas the other crewmembers didn't have that luxury. 

"Yeah! How about a beer." Even though he had seen her every day for the past nine months, Bill still ogled Trisha as she led him into the anteroom and offered him a comfortable chair. He sat and accepted the glass she offered him.

Trisha stood watching him take his first drink. Bill was a nice man, always cheerful and easy to get along with. He wasn't stunning to look at, but not at all ugly either. His mopish brown hair seemed perpetually mussed, giving him a young boy demeanor even though he was now pushing forty. His face was ruddy, but clean-shaven, with a strong chin and even stronger nose. His eyes were bright and clear and held the color of pale tree leaves. He exercised enough to keep his muscles firm but not enough to give him the ripped body builder look. 

Trisha loved his hands. Of all the men on the station Bill had the nicest hands, strong but gentle with the smooth softness that comes from working a keyboard and not doing manual labor. His fingers were long and dexterous, giving vent to a talent for touching her in exactly the right place during their bi-weekly lovemaking sessions. 

Trisha smiled to herself and then seated herself across from her visitor. "So how are things going in the control room?" She asked when he lowered his now half-full glass.

"Oh shit Trish! Mike is getting crazy! He knew tonight was my night for, uh, counseling and he gave me crap all day. He is just crazy in love with you and, even though he knows it can't be, he still makes life hell for the rest of us."

"I'm sorry Bill." Trisha frowned, small wrinkles furrowing her brow. 

"Ah Trish, I didn't mean to worry you. I know it ain't your fault. Hell you know we all think the world of you. You are our saving grace on this damned, cold station."

Trisha smiled, forcing the worry from her face. "Its okay Bill, I just have to deal with this. Thing is, I really like Mike. I really like you all but if I'm disruptive to the crew I'll have to ask for a transfer."

"Aw shit! Don't say that Trish. No other counselor could take your place. We'd all be space mad in a month if you left us!"

"You are such a flatterer Bill, but you and I both know that a little new poon is good for every man once in a while. You guys are probably tired of looking at me by now anyway."

"Honestly Trish, I would hate to see you leave. You are easy to talk to." Bill got suddenly quiet. "You know Mike isn't the only one with strong feelings for you. He is just the only one who lets it get in the way."

Trisha looked at Bill, a sad smile on her face. She would hate to leave the station too. Each of her men had characteristics she loved, some physical, some emotional, some both. But she could not allow herself to jeopardize the station. These eleven men had to work very closely together for months on end without a break. She was their outlet for the natural tension that built up and if she became a source of tension then she would have to go, replaced by another counselor.

"So how is everything else?" She put a happy smile on her face and leaned forward, intentionally letting her blouse slip down a little and expose a good bit of cleavage.

Bill grinned, obviously staring at her creamy breasts. "Everything else is near perfect!"

Trisha smiled. "Any problems with the rest of the crew? Anything we need to discuss?"

"Naw, nothing that can't wait for an hour or so."

Trisha stood up and led Bill back to her bedroom. "Would you like a striptease or just to get naked?" She asked coyly while slowly pulling his pullover work shirt up and off his body.

"You know me Trish, let's just get naked and happy!" Bill said as her hands grazed down his bare hairy chest and then began to push his regulation work slacks down. 

Trisha dropped to her knees in front of him as she pushed his pants and boxer shorts lower finally exposing his, rapidly hardening, manhood. She helped him step out of his clothes and then turned her attention to his rising cock. She pushed her tongue out and licked the bottom of his balls for just a second before letting her tongue slide up his shaft. 

Trisha was never in a hurry with her men. She took her time to please them; giving each man the things she had learned he wanted most, and still taking the time and effort to make each session new and exciting. She licked softly around the head of his cock, tasting its muskiness, then slowly slid it into her mouth. She was an expert at giving fellatio and used her talent well. Her tongue, lips, and teeth massaged his throbbing cock, stimulating him and building his pleasure slowly. Her tongue felt the hot vein that ran along the bottom of his shaft and she spent time exploring it, watching his reactions, looking for the one spot that would send him over the edge. Her hand slid teasingly up his inner thigh to cup his swelling balls. She squeezed them gently, feeling their weight, as she pushed her head down, taking all of his seven inches into her mouth. The knob of his cock pressed against the back of her throat but did not slide past. Bill was just long enough to let her flex her throat and caress the head of his cock while she deep throated him. As she did this, her other hand slid around his back to gently grip his firm butt cheek. 

Bill stood, one hand resting lightly on her head, feeling the warm softness of her hair as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. He marveled at her skill and beauty. No girl had ever treated him with the same love, gentleness, and kindness that Trisha always showed. To think that she was willing, even eager, to please him filled him with warmth that repelled even the cold and loneliness of space. Bill loved Trisha. Loved her like he had never loved any woman. Not just the sex. Over the last two years he had been with six different counselors before Trisha, none of them had brought out the feelings she did. 

He felt his balls begin to swell, but he did not want to cum in her mouth. Not that she ever complained. No, in fact, she seemed to love it when he came in her mouth and she always swallowed every bit he provide, but tonight he wanted to cum in her sweet pussy. Tonight he wanted to give his love to her, fill her with pleasure, and watch as she came over and over again.

He gently pulled his cock from her mouth. "Come make love to me." He said softly to the object of his complete affection.

She smiled before rising. "I thought that's what I was doing." She grinned. 

Bill smiled, a kind and gentle smile, full of love. "Let me see you. You are so beautiful."

Trisha leaned forward and kissed his lips gently. "Thank you." She said so softly it was just barely even a whisper, and then she slipped her blouse from her shoulders and slid her slacks down over her hips. She stood in front of Bill for a long minute, letting his eyes feast on her beauty, before she led him to the bed.

The two lovers lay down and began to kiss, softly at first, and then with more passion. They caressed each other, taking their time and exploring each inch of the other. They both were intimately familiar with the other's body, but somehow each time they got together it was new, fresh, and exhilarating. Bill didn't know it, but it was this way with all of Trisha's lovers. It was one of her many talents.

After long minutes of kissing and petting, Bill began to trace his way down her soft neck and over her chest to her two large globes. Milky white and nearly perfectly shaped, her breasts were large enough to illicit true lust in men on sight but not so large as to be outlandish. Bill felt his lust rising, overtaking his love. He sucked a small, puckered, nipple into his mouth and held it there, causing a soft moan to escape from Trisha's lips. Encouraged, he sucked a little harder and his other hand gently caressed her other breast. He spent long minutes kissing, sucking and gently biting her breasts, each new touch eliciting a gasp or moan from his lover.

Slowly he worked his way down over her flat stomach to her belly button. His tongue slipped into her small navel, giving rise to a soft giggle, and then moved down farther. Her pubic hair was a black as her hair, but thin and straight. It did not interfere with his mouth as he kissed down over her soft mound and then slid over the already swollen and flushed lips of her beautiful pussy. He licked her gently, separating her soft folds with his tongue, tasting her sweet juices. With more urgency he lapped at her sexy slit, he could feel her orgasm beginning to build. Bill fucked her with his tongue, pressing it deeply into her pussy and then pulling it out. Her juices were flowing copiously, filling his eager mouth and dripping down his chin. At just the right moment he moved his mouth higher on her sex and sucked her hard clit. He let his tongue play for a few seconds before he gently bit it.

Trisha screamed as her orgasm took her. She grabbed Bill's head and forced his mouth harder onto her pussy. She bucked and grunted in total bliss as he continued to suck and bite her clit, feeding her frenzy for long minutes before she finally began to calm a little. As her climax subsided she gently pulled his face up from between her legs, guiding him up onto her.

"Come up her and fuck me, give me that big cock." Trisha knew that Bill loved her to talk like a slut once the sex got going good. 

Bill gently positioned himself between her legs and slowly pushed his cock into her pussy. She was tight and hot around his cock but he managed to restrain himself from just plunging in and fucking her wildly. Instead he eased into her, inch by inch, smiling at the expression on her face as he did.

"Mmm, baby, you like that?" He asked her when he was finally all the way in. 

The line was corny and both knew it, but Trisha smiled at her lover. "Yes baby, I love your big cock. Now fuck me good, right now. I want you to cum inside my pussy!"

Bill began to slowly fuck her. He took long, slow strokes at first, letting his tempo build as his climax grew inside him. Soon he was pounding into her with abandon. Trisha met each thrust with a push of her own, grinding her pussy up onto his shaft as he drove into her. Long minutes later both were beyond control and their orgasms wracked their bodies at the same time. Trisha wrapped her legs around Bill's waist and pulled him in deep as she felt his cum begin to fill her. He plunged as deeply into her as he could and held there, feeling the tension from the last two weeks slip from his body as his cum flowed into his lover. 

When their lovemaking was over, they lay beside each other in a soft embrace until Bill finally fell asleep in her loving arms. At last his breathing let her know he was soundly asleep and Trisha slipped from her bed, pulled on her robe, and went to the bathroom to clean up. She sat looking in the mirror after she was done. Her mind churned on the problem of Mike and how she could handle it.

She had been on this station for nine months and was scheduled for two years with the possibility for renewing. If she had to ask for a transfer now, they might remove her from the program. The last thing Earth wanted was jealousy on an isolated deep space station. Men killed over jealousy. Men died over it. 

She loved each of her men here, as she had on all the stations she had ever worked, and she didn't want them hurt because of her. That was another reason to handle this carefully. If Earth found out that Mike was letting jealousy affect his performance then his career would be over too. No court martial, no trial, just a piece of paper in his file and no more command duty, no more station duty, no more promotions. He would be assigned to a desk in a warehouse somewhere on Earth and forgotten. 

Tears formed in the pretty woman's large eyes and softy flowed down her cheeks. She daintily wiped them from her face with a small tissue and forced herself back to composure. Once she had her emotions back under control she slipped out of her robe and back into bed with her lover. Cradling him softly in her arms, his head resting on her full bosom, he slept. She held him and thought about her problem. Soft tears quietly streaked her cheeks until finally sleep took her.

The next day she called Mike on the intercom and asked him to come see her as soon as was convenient. He arrived just after lunch break. When she opened the door he had a sheepish grin on his face and looked, for all the world, like a little boy waiting to see the school principal.

"Trish, how are you today?" He asked politely as she let him in.

"I'm fine Mike. Would you care for anything. This isn't an official counseling session so I can't offer you a beer."

"That's alright, I'm on duty so I couldn't drink it anyway. Uh, how about a glass of tea if you have it." 

Trisha led Mike to a chair and he sat in it stiffly while she retrieved his tea and a glass of water for herself. She handed him his glass and sat in a chair across from him. She tried hard to look comfortable, but they were both nervous and tense.

"Uh Trish, I know what you want to talk about. Look I'm not going to beat around the bush. I love you, more than I have ever loved anyone. It's driving me crazy that you are sleeping with all these other guys."

"That's what I'm here for. You know the score as well as I do Mike. I am the station slut. They call us counselors for the sensitive grandmothers back on Earth but I am here to fuck you men and keep you from going space mad. Jealousy is not good on a station like this and you know it. Think rationally Mike. If you had a man under you doing the things you have been doing how would you handle it?"

Mike looked down. He knew she was right. "I'd boot his ass off my station in a heartbeat." Tears began to well in his eyes. "So you don't feel the same about me?" He asked, suddenly looking up at her.

"Mike, how can I answer that? It doesn't matter what I feel for you. That's not what this is about." Trisha leaned forward and cradled her head in her hands for a second and then looked back up. "Mike I love each man on this station. More than I should, according to the rules, but I can't let that interfere with the reason I'm here. If we can't resolve this, and quickly, then I have no choice but to ask for a transfer."

Mike stiffened and his stomach fell ten stories when she said that. "No! If you transfer I'll never see you again."

"No Mike you won't, and I won't see any of you guys again. I don't want that Mike, I don't want that at all."

"Okay." Mike paused as his mind raced, trying to come up with an answer. "What can we do?"

"Well, I've been thinking about that a lot the last few days. This morning I spent two hours looking at the personality profiles of every man on this station, especially yours. I think I have a solution. It's unorthodox, if Earth found out about it, it could even cost us our positions, but if it works it might solve our problem."

"Go on."

"After reading your profile, I believe that your jealousy stems from a belief that if I'm with another man you might lose me, that I might stop `loving' you."

"Yeah, I think you might be right. That's exactly what I keep thinking, you know, when other men are with you. I guess deep inside I'm afraid you will think they are better lovers than I am and maybe you love them more."

"Well my idea is based on that. If I can convince you that I will not abandon you just because I love all the men on the station then maybe you can deal with the jealousy." She looked at him carefully and continued. "As you know, I have one day a week that I have no counseling sessions. I want to know how you would feel if I scheduled a group counseling session each week on that day. I would like you to come to each of these sessions but the other men would rotate in and out so that no more than six were present at each one and no one gets left out."

"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" Mike stared at her, flabbergasted.

"Yes I think so. I'm talking about an old fashioned gang bang. I will fuck six of you at the same time, once a week. You will be the only man who will always be there. The other men will take turns. I'll set up the schedule so that it's fair."

"Holy shit! Do you want to do this?" Mike put emphasis on the `want'.

"Yes Mike, I think it is the only way to let you see me for what I am and perhaps by doing this we can separate my job from your emotions." Trisha smiled at his incredulous look.

Mike thought long and hard about what she was offering. He didn't really like the idea, but if he went along with it maybe it would help. The idea of seeing her with the other men was actually turning him on too. 




Station Slut



"So how long will you do this?" Mike finally asked her.

"As long as you want me to." Trisha looked at Mike. "But it's your call. You are station commander and I won't do this without your approval."

"Let me think about it Trisha. I don't know if I like the idea or not. You know, I'm afraid it could blow up on us." Mike felt insecure, for the first time in a long time he was faced with a situation he didn't know how to handle and it bothered him. Would watching Trisha have sex with the other guys on the station really help him get a grip on his feelings, or would it just inflame his jealousy?

Trisha saw the indecision on his face and sighed heavily. "If you don't approve this, then I'll have my request for a transfer submitted by tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh God Trish, don't do that!" Mike looked pensive as he mulled over his choices. "Okay we'll try it. Set up the schedule and let the men know what will happen. If I can't handle it after that then I'll put in for a transfer, you will stay here with the others. That's the way it should be. I'm the one who has the problem and if I can't get over it then I'll be the one to go."

"Thanks Mike. I knew you'd do the right thing. I really think this will help. You just have to give it a chance." Trisha kissed him lightly on the lips and then let him out of her room.

Once he was gone she went to her computer terminal and brought up the schedule she had already developed. Mike, Bill, Paul, Carl, Greg, and Jerry were the first ones she would have. She leaned back and studied each man's picture on her screen. 

Mike, tall and muscular, firm chin, dirty blond hair cut short. He had those piercing blue eyes that cut through her soul and made her knees weak.

Bill, shorter and thinner, with unruly brown hair and a large nose that served to give his face character and don't forget those beautiful hands.

Paul, tall and dark skinned, of Mexican decent though such things no longer mattered to anyone. His face was rounder than Mike or Bill, and his eyes held perpetual laughter.

Carl was big and, well, big. Trisha smiled to herself. His face was almost non-descript with a medium sized nose and full lips, hazel eyes, no freckles, no moles, no marks of any kind. His hair was a medium light brown and always perfectly combed. The only thing that really set him apart in her mind was his size. He was well over six foot five inches tall, was heavier by far than the other men, but what really impressed Trisha was the size of his cock, big!

Greg was just the opposite of Carl. Standing just barely five foot tall, skinny and agile, Greg had outlandish red hair and freckles of all shapes and sizes covering his entire body. Greg was the kind of guy who stood out in any crowd and was usually the center of attention. He was a clown, a joker, and as sweet and sensitive a man as Trisha had ever met.

Jerry was handsome. Raven black hair carefully styled, even on the station, perfectly framed his bold face and sharp black eyes. When he looked into Trisha's eyes, her soul melted. Underneath his cool bravado he was very insecure and many times they had spent more time talking than making love. 

The six of them would provide a lot of variety to her for this first `group counseling' session. The choices made, and confirmed in her mind, she got up and went to see Bill.

Three days later Trisha sat in her stateroom, waiting for Mike to arrive. She had asked him to come thirty minutes before the rest of the group so that she could talk to him and evaluate his state of mind. Of course she had not told him that was the reason she wanted him to be early. She only had to wait a few minutes before the soft chime let her know he was there. She let him in and asked him to sit. He looked uncomfortable and nervous.

"Are you okay Mike?" Trisha was concerned, this had to work and it all depended on him.

"Yeah." He paused and looked at her. His eyes revealed his worry. "I'm doin' my best Trish."

They sat and talked for twenty five minutes and by the time the door chine sounded again both were beginning to be more comfortable. Trisha opened the door. Both Greg and Carl stood outside her door looking nervous. She smiled and let them in but before she could close her door Bill came around a corner into the passageway.

Trisha waited for Bill to join them and decided to just leave her door open until all six men arrived. It didn't take long for Paul and Jerry to get there. None of them wanted to be late to this counseling session. 

She got everyone settled into chairs in her anteroom and then started the session "Okay boys, we all know why you are here. Is everyone comfortable with this?" Trisha smiled at each of the men sitting around her.

Carl was the first to speak. "I don't know, Trish. I ain't never done nothin' like this before. Six men seems like a lot for you to handle at one time, and, well, hell, I guess I just don't see how this will fix our problem."

"Hmm, okay, I'm glad you are being honest. What do you think Mike?" Trisha never let her smile waiver.

"Well we all know what the problem is, so I won't try to avoid it. I have let my love for Trisha get in the way of my professionalism. I for one appreciate Trish giving me this chance to get my head on straight. She and I both think that if I can separate the sex from my love that perhaps I can get over my jealousy. I won't lie to you, this is hard for me and if it doesn't work then I am going to ask for a transfer so that Trish can stay here. You men don't have to participate in this. It's not mandatory in any way, but I will take it as a personal favor if you do." Mike's face was a mixture of pain and worry. He couldn't believe he was asking these men, his station mates, to fuck the woman he loved, but he would do anything not to lose her. 

Bill reached over and gently rubbed Mike's slumped shoulder. "Mike, you are a good commander. You run a tight, safe station and I've been on enough stations to appreciate that. If there is a chance we can work this out without losing you then I am willing to try."

Trisha smiled at Bill and then looked around the group of men. "Anyone else want to say anything?"

"Yeah I do." Trisha was surprised at Jerry's voice, she hadn't really expected him to say much. "I just want to say that I feel the same way about you that Mike does. I may not have shown it but I understand his feelings perfectly. I think that each man here feels this way. Trish, you are the perfect woman. You treat each of us as though we are the most important person in the world to you. Each man here would love to make you his wife and I am no exception. I think maybe these sessions will be good for the entire crew. If we see you with the other men and yet you still treat us the same during our private counseling sessions then maybe it will help us all sort out our feelings."

"Jerry that was sweet, I especially liked the part about making me your wife. I've never really thought of myself as the marrying kind though." Trisha said blushing softly.

With the ice now broken each man talked openly about his feelings and the conversation stretched on for nearly twenty minutes. Finally Carl, who had been sitting quietly through most of the conversation spoke up. 

"Alright, I'm convinced. Each of us has got a torch burnin' for you Trish, and maybe we all have been acting a little childish. Funny, it weren't never this hard with our other counselors, but there is just somethin' about you that makes men fall in love."

All of the men nodded and then fell silent. Trisha gave them time in case anyone else wanted to say anything. When no one said anything for over a minute she smiled and stood up.

"So I guess we should get started then." She walked back toward her bedroom, giving her sexy ass a cute little shake.

All of the men laughed and then followed her to the bed. Trisha took Mike's hand and kissed him passionately on the lips. They held the kiss for long seconds before she finally pulled away. She kicked her shoes off and grabbed Paul, pulling him closer to her and then kissing him just as intensely as she had Mike. While she kissed him she felt Carl's big hands start to caress her shoulders from behind. When she pushed Paul gently away Carl slipped his hands forward and began to unbutton her blouse.

Bill was suddenly in front of her and she let him kiss her softly. It was always gentle with Bill and this was no exception. She melted into him as their tongues played with each other. Carl had her blouse completely unbuttoned and when she pulled back from Bill he slipped it off her shoulders exposing her nude breasts. Greg stepped in, took her hand, and led her to the bed. She allowed him to slide her skirt off her hips and down her legs. 

She had intentionally not worn any underwear and was now completely nude. Carl lifted her easily and laid her down gently onto the bed. All around her, the men were stripping off their clothes. Mike was the first completely naked and he climbed up on the bed beside her. She took his erect cock into her hand and looked up at him. He smiled down at her, growing even larger at her touch. 

Trisha felt a hand slide between her legs and she parted them, granting better access, without ever taking her eyes off of Mike's face. Without looking at his cock she brought her lips down to it's throbbing head and kissed it gently. Between her legs, the hand she had felt, now began teasing her, brushing softly across her already damp pussy and then fading off to trickle down between her legs, only to slip back up and across her pussy again. It was driving her crazy but she forced herself to concentrate on Mike for a few more seconds.

Still maintaining her eye contact with him she slid Mike's cock past her lips and into her mouth. Her tongue slid around his bulging head and down his shaft as she worked her mouth lower and lower. A mouth kissed its way to one nipple and began sucking her, lovingly gentle at first and then with more intensity. A second mouth joined it on her other tit and she had to fight hard to maintain her concentration.

She continued giving Mike his superb blow job until the hand between her legs was replaced by a mouth. Now she had to look, because she wanted to be sure that Mike fucked her first. It was Jerry between her legs. That was good, he loved giving oral sex and would be there a while. He positioning himself and then lowered his lips to her dripping opening. She smiled at him and turned back to Mike's cock. In that brief moment she had seen that it was Paul and Greg sucking her nipples and that Bill and Carl were still undressing. 

Jerry began sucking her pussy for all he was worth and she took Mike's cock all the way into her mouth, feeling it press against the back of her throat. As Mike bottomed out and began to pump his cock in and out, she established a rhythm with her oral favors, sliding her mouth up and down Mike's rock hard cock as Jerry alternated between sucking her clit and fucking her with his tongue. Paul and Greg were driving her crazy, each one sucking on a sensitive nipple as devoted her concentration to Mike's hard member.

As the five lovers developed their cadence, Bill and Carl joined them on the bed, each gently lifting one of Trisha's hands and guiding it to their cocks. She caught on immediately and began pumping the two men. This was the most erotic thing that she had ever done, even in her wild college days she had never taken on more than three men at a time. Her lust rose inside her and she felt an orgasm begin to build between her legs. She let herself go, riding the cresting wave of her climax. The universe spun wildly around her and her body began to spasm and shake.

Trisha pulled her mouth off of Mike's cock and looked up at him, love and lust filling her eyes. "Fuck me Mike. You fuck me first then I want to fuck you all."

Mike moved around and Jerry let him take his place between her legs. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and started sliding it in. Slowly at first, taking his time, he slid his cock into her. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, but still it was wet and tight. He began to pump his cock into her, holding her legs up to give him a better angle. 

Jerry moved to the head of the bed and began to feed his cock to her. Trisha eagerly took his cock into her mouth and quickly established a rhythm with the powerful strokes that Mike was giving her pussy.

Between her legs she felt Mike start fucking her more rapidly. She could tell from his movements that his orgasm was only moments away. She pulled Jerry's cock from her mouth for just a moment and said hoarsely, "Yes Mike, cum in my pussy, fill me up with your cum baby!" She knew Mike liked to hear her tell him to cum inside her and she wanted this to be good for him. She felt him tense his muscles and then hot streams of cum were exploding into her hole.

She was still holding Bill and Carl's cocks, sliding her hands up and down their shafts as she both sucked and fucked other men. Bill was incredibly turned on by the entire scene. Never in his life had he done anything remotely like this and now watching as Mike deposited his cum deep inside this sexy woman's beautiful pussy drove him over the edge. He felt his ball suddenly tighten and then spasm and his cum shot out of his cock.

Trisha wasn't expecting Bill to cum so quickly and his first stream of jism splashed across her shoulder. Quickly she pulled her mouth back off of Jerry's cock again and dove for Bill's spurting member. She got him to her mouth but not before his second burst shot out. It flew out of his cock and landed squarely across her forehead and up into her hair. She managed to get the head of his prick into her mouth before his next stream of jism was ejaculated and she drank the rest of his cum greedily. 

After she finished sucking Bill's cum from his cock Carl rolled onto his back and Greg and Jerry helped Trisha roll over on top of him. She settled easily onto Carl's massive cock and groaned in pleasure as it filled her wet pussy. She leaned forward when Greg positioned himself in front of her and took his cock into her mouth. Mike moved out of the way to let Paul kneel behind her and Bill handed him a small tube of lubrication he had retrieved from Trisha's nightstand and Paul squirted a generous amount into his hand and worked it over his cock.

All the men knew that Trisha loved anal sex. She had often initiated it herself during their counseling sessions and once Paul was fully lubed up he pressed his cock against her small puckered hole. She felt his cock pressing against her ass and groaned around Greg's cock in pleasure as she forced her hole to relax. Paul felt her ass loosen just a little and pushed forward. He entered her easily and immediately felt Carl's cock moving inside her. 

"Oh God! That's incredible!" Carl grunted out as he felt Paul's cock slide up into Trisha's ass. 

The two men began pumping in rhythm. Trisha had never felt so full. She tried to concentrate on Greg's cock in her mouth but her pussy and ass distracted her and finally she could hold back no longer. Her second orgasm took her almost by surprise, contracting her muscles in an involuntary spasm and pulling her mouth off of Greg's cock. "Oh Lord! Yes, fuck yes!" she shouted as she came.

Her pussy and ass clenched the cocks buried in them tightly and both men rammed forward hard. The sensation was more than either man could bear and they both began to fill her with their sperm. Shooting stream after stream into her holes, filling her up with their cum. Carl's load was so huge that even before he was finished cumming his jism began to drip out of her pussy and down her inner thighs. Both men held her as she spasmed in ecstasy and they completed their own orgasms. 

Once Paul finished he pulled out of her ass with an audible "Pop" and stumbled back, off the bed. He joined Mike and Jerry watching from the foot of the large bed as Trisha rolled off of Carl, letting his quickly flagging cock slip from her swollen pussy, and spun around on the bed so that her legs dangled off the side. In this position her ass was right on the edge of the bed and her pussy was stretched open and dripping cum. 

Greg leaned down and kissed Trisha lovingly. She smiled warmly up at him. "Care for sloppy thirds?" She asked sexily spreading her legs and dipping one hand down to bury a finger in her pussy. She pulled the finger out coated with Mike and Carl's cum and licked it sexily.

Greg smiled and kissed her again. He let his tongue explore her mouth for many seconds and then he positioned himself between her spread legs. Her pussy was swollen and red from the two fuckings she had already received but Greg thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He slipped his cock easily into her, feeling her slick wetness, and began pumping her steadily. 

Jerry moved to her side and began to lick and suck her nipples, holding her breasts gently as he made sweet love to them. Trisha loved to have her nipples sucked, and Jerry was very good at knowing just how to please her tits. 

She raised her legs and wrapped them around Greg's waist, pulling him deeper into her. Her hand went to the back of Jerry's head and held his mouth onto her sensitive nipple. She could already feel her third orgasm beginning to form deep inside her pussy. She began to rhythmically clench and then relax her pussy muscles around Greg's hard cock. 

The sensation was incredible, as fucking Trisha always was, and Greg lost control and began to cum, adding his sperm to the already copious amount filling her tunnel. Trisha felt Greg cumming in her pussy and just then Jerry bit her nipple. It was all it took to send her over the edge and her orgasm wracked her body.

As soon as Greg pulled out of her steaming pussy Jerry took his place. Bill and Paul went to work on her nipples and Mike offered his cock to her mouth. She let Mike fuck her face, opening her mouth and eagerly sucking him. Jerry started pounding her still convulsing pussy with an almost animalistic frenzy and before her orgasm had even completely ended she felt the next one begin. 

Bill and Paul continued their assault on her now hyper-sensitive nipples as both Mike and Jerry fucked her, one on each end. Within a few minutes she began to moan around Mike's cock as once again she climaxed. If they had never been with Trisha before the men might have been worried when she began to shake and groan with this latest orgasm, but they had seen it many times and they knew she was in heaven. They just kept up what they were doing, bringing her over the edge not letting her rest as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body.

During this, Jerry finally came inside her well used pussy, adding his spunk to the other men's. He reluctantly pulled out of her and admired her now gaping hole with large globs of cum flowing out and down her beautiful rounded ass cheeks. 

Bill was hard again by this time and he smiled as he took Jerry's place. "May I have this dance?" He asked Trisha gently.

"Mmm, I would like that very much!" Trisha reached up to pull him down toward her and felt his cock enter her.

Bill took his time, slowly sliding his hard cock deep into her cum soaked pussy. He fucked her, almost gently at first and then, as both their passions grew again, with more urgency. Mike was still kneeling on the bed by her head and she took his cock back into her mouth, letting both men fuck her at their own pace. She matched their strokes, grinding her hips up into Bill and diligently sucking Mike. 

They fucked like this for several minutes and Trisha could see the other men watching and jacking their cocks. Just the sight of this set her off again and she wrapped her legs tightly around Bill's waist as her pussy began to contract. 




Station Slut



Seeing her cum, Mike unloaded his balls for the second time that night, this time into her mouth. Trisha struggled to swallow it all as yet another orgasm wracked her body. This was more than Bill could take and his cock exploded inside her, shooting even more cum into her already drenched pussy. Mike finally pulled his cock from her tired mouth. She took it in her hands and wiped the dripping head over her cheeks and lips, spreading his cum all over her face. Bill stepped back away from her legs

All six men helped her to the shower. They took turns washing and rinsing her soft body and then led her back to the bed. She smiled at the gentleness in their hands as she allowed them to help her dress. Once they were all clothed she walked them to the door and kissed each of them as they left. Mike was the last to leave and she kissed him deeply and then they were all gone and she sat thinking about what had just happened.

Her pussy felt warm, swollen and tired. She had never been fucked like that before but she knew she was now addicted to it. She stretched herself out on her messy bed sheets, ignoring the many wet spots and was quickly asleep.

The next day she once again called Mike to her quarters. This time when he arrived he looked much more at ease.

"Well Mike, how are you this morning?" She asked once he was seated with his usual tea.

"Wonderful. I have discovered that I have the best counselor of any station commander in the service." Mike grinned.

"So have we solved our problem?"

"Yeah, as long as we can continue our group counseling sessions, I think we are going to be just fine." Mike grinned at her with a lascivious look on his face.

"Mmmm, well I don't think that will be a problem. I hope the men liked it as much as I did!" Trisha returned his look with one of her own, spurring a booming laugh from Mike. It was good to hear him laugh again. That laugh told her that the problem had indeed been solved!



Statistical Significance



Standing in line, I made my way to the podium where the professor was distributing last week's statistics midterm exams. My heart was beating fast. I just hoped I passed. I held my breath as I got to the front, and the professor handed me my test. Clutching the pages tightly to my chest I made my way to the back of the lecture hall. Once I was away from the throngs of students, I took a deep breath and peeked at the sheet. My eyes welled up with tears when I saw red slashes and comments all over the page, and a big fat C- on top. I sat down in the last row for the lecture, but I could barely concentrate. How could I be so good at everything else, and so bad at statistics?

Like many people I got my bachelors degree before being turned out into the cold hard reality of supporting myself. I worked for four years eeking my way to the middle rung of the corporate ladder. The higher-ups loved me, and I expected to go far in the company. That's why I was shocked when I attended my last performance review. 

"Sarah, you're great at this job, you can get things done like no one else," my boss started, and I knew there was a 'but.' Why is there always a 'but?' "But I'm afraid I can't promote you any higher without an MBA." So, back to college I went.

The MBA program was filled with professionals, so we had many of our classes in the evening. I'd taken the first few classes without difficulty, since my few years of working had helped me to understand business pretty well. My company was happy to pay my tuition and I could stay in the program so long as I maintained at least a 3.25 average, which honestly hadn't been terribly hard up until now. 

Statistics was different though, there was something about mathematics that had always given me fits, and no matter how much I studied, the problems still looked like Chinese to me.

And that is how I came to be in a classroom, filled with over achieving professionals, sitting in the back of the room wondering how in the world I could ace the statistics final in seven weeks to keep my GPA high enough to stay in the program. The professor rambled on and on and all I could think of was if I failed the exam, I'd be out of the program, my tuition wouldn't be paid, and I'd be destined to a lifetime of working in a cubicle.

After class I started toward the door and the guy who sits in front of me came up to say hello. We'd said hello a few times and flirted briefly, but tonight I was in no mood for chitchat. Tonight I was worried about my future. 

"Everything okay, Sarah?" Eli asked looking genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, sure. I guess I just need to study a little more." I tried to downplay how terribly I'd done since it seemed everyone in the class but me understood this stuff.

"Anything I can do to help?" His face always seemed to light up when we spoke. He truly seemed to be interested in my plight. I shrugged my shoulders - how could anyone help this? I thought. "Listen, want to grab some coffee?" he said. "I'm a good listener, whatever the problem is, let's see if we can work it out."

I agreed to coffee, it isn't like I have anyone at home waiting for me. I split up with my last boyfriend over six months ago, and since starting night classes I'd barely had the energy to get back on the dating horse. We sat in an all night diner near campus and talked for a long time. 

It turned out that Eli was amazingly good at statistics, since he had taken several courses in it as an undergrad. We talked about personal things too. The conversation turned serious when he told me his long time girlfriend Marilyn had moved out a year ago. They had been high school sweethearts, and after 8 years of being together she had run off with Buddy McKay, their old high school quarterback.

"Listen, Sarah, I know you need help with statistics. How about I tutor you?" he suggested.

For the first time that night my eyes lit up. This could be the answer to my problems! "I don't know, Eli," I replied cautiously. "That's a lot to ask. I'm not even sure I could afford a tutor - how much do you charge?"

Eli thought for a minute, then said, "Okay, how about we just study together? Then it isn't tutoring, and you don't owe me anything." 

I was so excited to have a solution to my dilemma that I quickly agreed. However, we both knew it was tutoring - he barely even needed to study for the exam.

We set up a schedule to meet Tuesday and Thursday evenings after work at each other's apartments for studying. We'd sit at the dining room table and work on assigned problems. Often, I'd be hard at work trying to decipher something, and I'd look up to ask Eli something only to catch him looking at me. He smiled often, and his eyes fairly sparkled when he was happy. He was only a couple years my senior, and so handsome that I couldn't believe he was still single after a year.

After four weeks of studying, we felt very comfortable together, and I was so excited to spend time with him that I actually started looking forward to statistics. He hadn't made any moves on me at all, which surprised me. Most men would have felt they had a right to be paid back for tutoring. I hadn't made a move on him because I couldn't even tell if he was interested, but also because studying was going so well, I didn't want it to end.

"Have you done problem thirty-two yet?" I asked, looking up from my paper. 

He looked up, saw in my eyes that I needed help with it. "Yeah, that was a hard one." He stood up and walked around behind me, leaning over my shoulder to see what I'd already done. "You might want to recheck the fourth step there, I don't think the standard deviation is calculated right." 

As he leaned over I turned slightly toward him, God he smelled so good. He always seemed to smell fresh out of the shower when we met, and the scent of soap has always been an aphrodisiac of mine.

When I didn't respond to him, he looked down to see my eyes closed and my mind drifting in a mini-fantasy of scrubbing Eli's back in the shower. "You ok, Sarah?" Jolted out of my thoughts, I looked up at him, and stammered, "Right, the umm...standard deviation. Ok, good point." I felt a blush creep up over my chest. Does he know I was thinking about him naked and soapy?

He chuckled and headed toward the kitchen to get us drinks. What I need is ice water in my lap, I thought, as I watched his jean-covered buns leave the room. Being so near to Eli without being able to kiss him or touch him was really starting to wear on me. In the kitchen around the corner I heard the phone ring and Eli answered it.

"Yeah, John, I got the invitation. Yeah, ten years, can you believe it's already been ten years? Seems like just yesterday we were running track together and making fun of old coach Alderman." 

His voice seemed wistful, remembering days gone by, and I felt bad for eavesdropping, but everything about Eli had become fascinating to me lately. 

"Listen John, I don't know if I can make it. She's going to be there, and she'll be with that oaf Buddy. I'd love to see you, see the whole gang, but I just don't know if I can stand to see them together." 

After only a few more comments he promised to call his friend back and let him know if he would attend.

Without a word Eli came back to the table, and sat down looking glum. I'd never seen him when he wasn't smiling and full of life. Now it was my turn to be concerned, "Everything okay?"

Without even looking up, he mumbled, "Sure, everything is ok, no big deal."

I closed my statistics book, and looked directly at him. He'd helped me so much and maybe this was my chance to help him a little. "What's wrong, Eli?"

He just stared aimlessly at the paper in front of him, deep in thought. After a minute of silence, he finally said, "It's my high school ten year reunion. It's next month, and I thought I'd really like to go, but I don't think I can." We talked for a long while about it, about how much he missed his high school friends and wished he could go. He admitted that it was silly not to go just because his old girlfriend would be there. His eyes turned so sad while telling me about how he'd only ever dated a few women in his life, but he was just so devastated that she left him when he was sure they were meant to be together.

We talked for over an hour about it, and he seemed dead set on not attending. We said our goodnights and at the door, I stepped forward and hugged him. We'd never had that much physical contact, but it was killing me to see him so miserable. 

I thought over the weekend about his dilemma, and by next Tuesday's study session I had a solution. We met at my place, and as usual we sat down and promptly got down to business. With open books and papers and pencils spread all over the table, we spoke only of statistics. 

I wasn't sure how to broach the topic, but when it was getting late I decided to just dive right in. "Listen, Eli, I think I have an idea on how I can help with the reunion." I saw the resignation in his face. "Hear me out before you decide. You've been so generous about helping me, and I'm actually starting to understand this stuff. It would mean a lot to me if you'd let me help you, and let me be your date for the reunion."

"That's really sweet of you, Sarah, but I couldn't ask you to do that."

I decided to try a different tack. The guilt card usually works well. "If you don't accept then I'll feel too indebted to you for the study help, and I don't think I'll be able to have you tutor me anymore."

His eyes widened with the threat, and then he smiled, realizing that I was playing on his need to be a gentleman. "Okay, Sarah, how about this: if you do well on your exam, then I'll take you to the reunion. It isn't that you owe me or anything, but I guess going with a friend would be better than going stag."

My heart leapt inside knowing we'd have an actual date after the exam. We said goodnight with a hug now that the precedent had been set, and tonight he seemed to hug me a little longer. I again inhaled his scent as he leaned to my ear and whispered, "Thank you."

On my way home I was so pleased knowing we'd be going out. Once class was over there wouldn't be any other reason to see him, and I knew I'd miss him terribly. I still couldn't even tell if he was interested in me. Wait, did he say we'd be going to the reunion as 'friends'? With other men it was easy to tell if they were interested, they stared at my cleavage and made their wishes more clear. With Eli I just couldn't tell.

The big exam day finally arrived, and I awoke that morning with butterflies in my stomach. This is it, I thought, do well and I'll get to finish my degree, do badly and its bad coffee and dreary repetitive desk work. As the tests were being handed out I tried to take deep, controlled breaths. Eli turned around and looked at me, and surely saw I was very nervous. He reached out and put his hand on mine, looking warmly in my eyes and said, "You can do this." Those few words of encouragement from him took away my flighty thoughts of failure. 

The exam went well. I slowly and methodically went through each problem, hearing Eli's voice in my head telling me over and over that I can do this. I turned page after page, expecting the next problem to be harder, but I didn't come across any I couldn't do. When I turned the last page I looked up shocked to find I had finished without difficulty, and disappointed to see that Eli along with most of the rest of the class had already left.

I stopped by the professor's office a couple days later, and he handed me the exam without even looking up. An A! I could hardly believe my eyes. I was so giddy with excitement I could barely wait to call Eli. That night I called him and spilled out, "Thank you thank you! I got an A, I couldn't have done it without you. You saved my life!"

Eli laughed, he enjoyed hearing me so happy. "You know, it wasn't me who took your exam. This was all you. You're pretty smart, you know."

My voice turned sincere, "Eli - seriously - I couldn't have done this without you. Thank you." 

His voice took a serious tone as well, "Sarah, I know you said you'd go to this reunion and all, but it'll be a terrible bore for you. And I don't like the idea of you feeling indebted. Plus, I'm not even sure I can go. She'll be there, and she's moved on with her life, and I just haven't been able to..." His voice trailed off and I knew I needed to make myself clear.

"Listen, Eli. You promised me you'd take me, and I'm not letting you change your mind. You have moved on, you don't need her, and you'll show her just that at the reunion." He agreed, and we planned for him to pick me up Friday night.

I went out shopping to get myself a nice reward for all my hard work. Looking through the many choices, I finally settled on a simple black dress. The dress was short, and showed a nearly indecent amount of cleavage, but was sexy without being slutty. I picked out a beautiful matching set of black lace bra and garter, then decided on the thong, since it was the only way to avoid panty lines in the snug dress. 

Friday night came, and I took a long hot shower carefully shaving my legs and pussy. I put on the clothes I'd picked, and slowly slid on the black stockings. I decided to wear my long auburn hair down, since Eli had only ever seen my hair in a ponytail. Actually, he'd only ever seen me in jeans and t-shirts when we studied, I thought as I fixed my makeup carefully in the mirror. I slipped on my high-heeled pumps and took a final look in the mirror just as I heard Eli's car pulling up. Smiling into the mirror, I took a deep breath. I don't even remember the last time I felt this sexy, I thought as I heard the knock on the door.

As I opened the door, I watched Eli's eyes carefully for some reaction. He just stood there slightly stunned, not saying a word, looking me up and down in disbelief. 



"Holy cow, Sarah!" he said at last. "You look amazing!"

I giggled, "You don't look too bad yourself." 

And he really didn't. In fact he looked so good I could barely contain myself. He was dressed in a beautiful charcoal grey suit, with a bright cobalt blue tie. He put out his arm like a gentleman, and led me to the car. We drove in silence, and I watched him in profile. He seemed genuinely nervous. Damn that horrid woman for making Eli so miserable! When I'm done tonight, I thought, she'd be sorry for what she had lost.

We walked into the reunion arm in arm, and I loved feeling him so close to me. It was easy for me to feel composed because I didn't have any history with these people. We walked to the reception desk and he filled out a nametag for me. He peeled off the back and started toward my chest before stopping and looking at my cleavage. I giggled and took his hand, directing the tag to my dress just above my breast.

I affixed a sticker to him and in a quiet voice I said, "Listen Eli, if you want to make her believe you're over her, you'll need to act a little more comfortable with me. Let's pretend we've been together for months now, and don't worry, it'll all be fine." 

He looked so nervous as he held my hands tightly. It was my turn to encourage him, and I leaned toward him and stood on tiptoes, whispering into his ear, "You can do this." He smiled wanly, but with trust in his eyes, as we set out for the groups of people in the main hall.

Eli held my arm as we walked from one group to the next. Everyone we met seemed to like Eli and have memories of how he helped him or her out of this jam or that. Although I already thought Eli was a kind-hearted person, I grew to realize what a truly amazing man he really was. As he talked to friends I looked up at him and he'd smile back. 

He offered to get us a drink, and when he left a woman leaned over to me and said, "You really got a good one, honey. All the girls wanted Eli, but he'd have none of them. He only wanted Marilyn, that horrible stuck-up cheerleader." I nodded, thinking about how funny it is that things that seem so important in high school really have little meaning at all in real life. 

Eli walked toward me trying not to spill our drinks, and as he approached I saw his eyes widen, looking at something just past me. I turned around and saw a woman with big blond hair and too much makeup yabbering on loudly with a large group of men. Men seemed fixed to her like bees to honey, and it was no wonder. Her micro skirt and push up bra left very little to the imagination. She looked very much like the kind whose looks would fade in a few years, and I suddenly felt a little sorry for her. 

Eli handed me my drink just as Marilyn saw him. She grabbed a man's arm and headed straight toward us. Grinning from ear to ear as she approached, she said in a smarmy, insincere voice, "Why Eli, I didn't think you'd make it. How nice to see you." Eli politely smiled and she barrelled on, "Eli, you remember Buddy? Buddy McKay? The football quarterback?"

Eli politely and quietly said, "Yeah, hi," and reached out to shake his hand. Buddy was dressed in an out of date nearly too tight suit. It was clear he didn't continue his athletic path, and his hair had already begun to thin.

Taking the initiative, since Eli seemed almost too hurt to continue, I reach out my hand to her and said, "I'm Sarah, Sarah Jacobs. Nice to meet you."

She smiled in a catty way, looking me up and down. "Sarah. Well, I'm Marilyn, I'm sure Eli has told you all about me."

Smiling sweetly I replied, "No, I don't think he has. Did you go to high school here?" 

Shocked to imagine that she wasn't the center of Eli's life even in her absence, she just stared at me. Buddy reached out his hand to mine and took it with a forceful grip. "Hi, I'm Buddy. Buddy McKay." He looked lasciviously over my body nearly drooling, being far more direct than was socially acceptable. "If you need a used car, I'm your man!"  And with that he produced a business card out of nowhere, and handed it to me.

I turned to Eli, and said, "Ooh, I love this song. Let's dance." He smiled, happy to be out of the uncomfortable meeting, and we started to turn toward the dance floor. I looked back and said, "Nice to meet you, Mary? Mary Beth was it?"

"Marilyn!" She yelled over the music. As I turned I saw Buddy staring at my ass and Marilyn catching him, slapping his shoulder. They started to argue, and we just walked away. I wondered what Eli could have ever seen in her.

We stepped onto the dance floor as a slow song was starting. He held my hand and wrapped his arm around my waist as we danced. I could feel the stares of women all around the room on us as the music played. The combination of rum punch and adrenaline had made me feel giddy inside, and I pulled Eli closer, pressing my cleavage to his chest. He smiled down at my bosom, then into my face. 

He pulled his face near my ear and whispered, "Thank you. I couldn't have done this without you." And then he leaned over and kissed me. A long passionate kiss, and I forgot we were on a dance floor as my lips began to part. His tongue traced around my lips and as we danced close I could feel his excitement against my hip.

As the song ended so too did our kiss. For a long moment Eli just looked down into my face, as though seeing me for the first time. He smiled and for the first time tonight appeared to be genuinely happy. For the rest of the night he seemed back to himself, laughing and joking with old friends. He held me close and frequently squeezed my hand and leaned over to kiss my neck. We danced a few more times, and I delighted in feeling him so warm against me. It seemed we'd be dancing together for years, as he directed me so expertly with light touches on my back. I was so content and proud to be with Eli, and wished the night would never end.

The reunion began to draw to a close as many people had already left. We sat with a small group of old friends, and I caught Eli looking at my legs. I realized the very top of my stocking was showing, and as I reached down to pull my dress to cover it, Eli took my hand in his and smiled. His eyes never left mine as he told his friends, "I think we need to be going." I wished I could read him better. I couldn't tell if he was happy to be with me, or grateful for what I'd done, or maybe just happy to have had the courage to attend.